Penumbra (Amy Lowell Poems)
As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush ...
As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush ...
T' ground rises brantly to nor'-east,Wi' t' walls zigzaggin' ower t' intake-T' walls 'at wur builded first by t' Danes,Girt ...
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